Class fives


We played
down by the canal cuttings
next to the sidings
which were no longer used,
but sometimes
I could close my eyes and
hear the wheels squealing
and taste the steam wailing
from the blackened stack pipes.

Mostly all gone now
not even a scar on the land
like it never existed,

the river still runs
and that was always on time,
in time
that will go too.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.